My earliest reading memory
Mum and Dad reading to me before bedtime. I can’t remember reading much of my own volition as a young boy, other than football scores. I hated getting picked to read at school but loved listening to the other kids read. Perhaps this was because I was too lazy and I liked having other people doing the work for me.
My favourite book growing up
Lion Adventure by Willard Price. It was the story of a couple of posh schoolboys in Africa on safari. All of a sudden, I got reading. I was transported. I read all the others in the series – by the time they got to Centipede Adventure, they were scraping the bottom of the barrel, and it was time to move on.
